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Sunday, May 26, 2013

what time is it?

sometimes it's dreadfullyhard to know.to be even slightly certain,because uncertainty clings and circlesjust like nats in summer. how do you know?how do you know what time it is?because when we like something.we want it.we want more of it.we want to be near it.to find it.to search it out.to just look at it.sip it.watch it.absorb it.be with it.see it.have it see you.and sometimesit's time.to notice what's eating at youand move your entire world only to find it.this something.because you know you must.and it's the only answer.don't ask me what this itis.only you can know.for some, it might a friend.a parent.a lover.a city.a dream.for a friend of minethe it wasthe ocean.she heard the craving inside.that voice thatwouldn't seem to leave her be.and so she began listening.(as the brave ones do).she picked up.kissed her family.waved goodbye to lifelong friends.and she moved toward that something.to the ocean.it was time.and she knew it.and so,for eleven whole monthsthis one thing she liked so deeply...she was near it.she touched it.watched it.absorbed it.saw it.and that ocean saw her, too.it was time.and she knew it.and then one day when she hardly expected it,with her windows flung wideto the rolling sounds of the wave & tide...she shut her windows.

why?because it was time.and she knew it.it was time to go back.to move away from the ocean.to be near friends and old family.the choice was full.full of the hardthe easythe goodthe peacefulthe unrestfulthe questionsthe askingthe wonderingthe certainty.and of course,the uncertainty.the choice was all of those things(as any choice that trulymatters often seems to be).

i share this story,i say all of this becausei wonder.i am wondering...do you know what time it is?do you know what itis?do not ask me what your itis dear friend.but listen.listen welland then perhaps you will hear.perhaps you will hear and perhaps you will knowwhat time it is. xxo

2 comments:

Thank you for braving into a world of unknown to expose what so many need to hear. Thank you for putting words to my thoughts. I am sure so many can relate to this. It is so.much.easier to simply live in a state of mediocrity and progress on autopilot. Thank you for challenging me to be a different member of our generation and of the world.

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just recently. i started listening. started listening to myself. to what was in me. so finally. i am writing. writing. i write to no one. i write to him and her and she. perhaps to you, if our paths cross. so here's to moving around the sun, together.